Awwwwwww! ((((((Eliza)))))

*pulls up the "Pixie preggers chair" and eases Eliza down on it...pulls up the hassock and plops her legs up on it...pours a glass of sparkling grape juice (for the mommy) and a glass or 10,000 (to share with all the Pixie's) of champagne and clinks glasses *clink*...

A poem for Eliza and Mr. Eliza...

We'll not know till the testing phase...if he shot the balls off the baby you've made. Ten fingers, ten toes, all pink as a rose...this is our care for now!!!!!

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Ahem! Uh...sorry bout that peculiar poem Liza...but it's early and champagne goes straight to my head!

Congratulations hun! I wish you everything wonderful during and after your pregnancy! TY for sharing the glorious news of your little Pixie in the making!

*HUGS*

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~Thomas Dewar~